Kelsey Grammer Quotes

A boy on the team, who shall remain nameless, constantly picked on me during practice. I bided my time, and when I had the chance to wrestle him, I took every advantage I could. I bent fingers, dug my nails into his skin and rammed my elbow into various, tender, parts of him. I basically beat him down in front of the whole team.

I got bullied so much at 11 and 12 that I became the bully. I didn't want to get bullied no more. And that just carried on through my life.

It started in middle school. Once, a group of girls locked me in the janitor's closet. Another time, a girl spilled chocolate milk down a dress I made. Girls would try to trip me in the hallway.

In the third grade, a nun stuffed me in a garbage can under her desk because she said that's where I belonged. I also had the distinction of being the only altar boy knocked down by a priest during mass.

Kids used to tease me unmercifully about that name.

Those who are beaten become beaters.

If they are laughing at you, how can they bludgeon you to death?

No one wants to get beat up in front of the world.

Harassment is one of puberty's darkest, most unreported rites of passage.

I've been beat up pretty badly back in my day.

I grew up getting bullied and fighting a lot.

I've gone from being bullied by jocks as a kid to being bullied by nerds as an adult.

Don't forget, I was the soft, pudgy kid in school that everyone made fun of.

I was badly bullied when I was in the seventh grade - relentlessly, mercilessly - by a group of 12-year-old girls. And it left me with a determination that no matter what, I had to throw my shoulders back, stick out my chin, and project a sense that no one and nothing could hurt me. That turned out to be a life-changing mistake.

Kids will tease you for just about anything.

Where I'm from, they'll beat your head until it gets back down to normal size.

Everyone picked on me in school because I was in foster care.

There was a kid that used to pick on me... he used to drop my food and beat me up in little corners. Nothing serious, but tease me. I remember knocking his food out of his hand one time when he in the middle of explaining something to his friends, and they all laughed, so I thought that was pretty nice. 'Well, there you go buddy.'

In high school, I got smacked and kicked around. Two bloody noses. It was horrible.

There's nothing funny the first time about telling a story about getting beat up and it makes you leave high school.

Bullying is never fun, it's a cruel and terrible thing to do to someone. If you are being bullied, it is not your fault. No one deserves to be bullied, ever.

Political rivals attacked me. I was savagely beaten. I was kicked in the face and I lost my eye as a result.

I was tortured, and probably half of it was deserved, but I was bullied - so much so that there were days when I was like, 'I can't go to school today.' I was too scared.

A lot of my friends were gay, so I was spat on on the bus daily, and I ended up in hospital a couple of times from being beaten up so badly.

I was physically abused and I retaliated.